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Jul 2022
He who doesn't know me is myself.

How characters from thousands of movies lived within me, made me think I am them.

And I am all of them now.

And we dont fit on the door now.

But we can still filter the world through the curtains.
spacewtchhh
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spacewtchhh  23/In the sun
(23/In the sun)   
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   Healer and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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